1/012: Dead at night.

[wheatdos]

[It's dead at night. The kind of night where everyone should be sleeping.]


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[Wheatley's voice would be something of a harsher tone, through gritted teeth. Something's bugging him.]

"M-mate, I know it's late... but... I'm at a dillemma here.
I figured I could... huh, use a little bit of guidance. From you. Seeing as you'd be the best person to ask."

[He clears his throat.]

What's a good way to... no no...the best way, well to put it blatantly...
Murder someone?

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[wheatdos]

[What?

...

What?

Wheatley... is just staring at Zelman... in disbelef. His voice falls low. Very low. It's barely a whisper.]

"...A-Are you serious, mate? Are you-- No, you're joking."

[He's at a shock... Wheatley shakes his head and chuckles.]

"You're serious, aren't you."

[exanimatus]

[he just... keeps on walking.]

Very serious.

[wheatdos]

"You..."

[He's staring at him still. He sounds so happy right now.]

"You know what you are, mate? A weasel! A fox! You've got the whole castle going up and down, scrambling for anything that they can get to catch you."

[A beat.]

"Your secret's safe with me."

[exanimatus]

Of course. I know I can trust you.

[he doesn't know that at all, but a little flattery never hurts. it's certainly making him feel pretty awesome.]